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I cup his tiny, blue-veined hand in mine
And listen to the static on the radio
And rock, rock, rock.

I gaze at long, black eyelashes
And try to think of a name as beautiful as he is
And listen to his heart beat, beat, beat.

I smooth back the fine, brown hair on his head
And decide to baptize him Tommy so he can go to heaven
And my heart aches, aches, aches.




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EmilyM7793This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 23 at 8:25 am:
This is such a pretty poem! Dark, but so beautiful <3
 
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